Baba

No connection with half of myself

Relationship built on shattered egg shells

Family is currency, where is all my wealth?

Bricks for walls is all that he sells

Too late to make contact

Do you know who I am?

A bi-racial marriage that had no plan

Am I the only one who gives a damn?

To re-build the blocks, find a compromise

Before death makes a call and unveils a surprise

Don’t want to live a life with regrets

Be proud to tell people of the life that you led

Let me talk to you, let me bring out your best

Teach me how to barter, that could be our kick-starter

For all,

I am your daughter and you are my father

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